If I didn’t stop her, she’d lick his collar for hours. God knows why she does it, but he is so resigned to the fact that she exists that he won’t turn to her and make it known that she is not welcome here. So it’s up to me (you can see it in his eyes that it’s up to me) to make her knock it off. And that usually involves me saying something in a high-pitched voice about all the sheep! They’ve gone missing! WHERE’D THEY GO? Or, you know, calling her an asshole.

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